The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my heart

stung, but the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through me at his

craved for any

ragged and I knew

too much and my mind was fogged by the need that kept growing every

their taunts mingling

at her,” one of

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

forward and ran his

as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in my eyes

ran my tongue up and down his

sympathy as he

anything to make this

right, Lyla? Do

I pushed through them before he could finish speaking, stumbling as I

feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but

thought was to get away, to

collided with a solid wall of muscle and staggered

lips but the

was the

with a

more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of

the

feel their stares and a sickening dread pooled in

signet on the third finger of his left

leader, but not just

was the Lycan Leader of the White Moon Throne – the highest rank in

My heart pounded as I realized the gravity

my world,

a

for uncontrolled heat cycles especially

as a disgrace, a shame that could bring down the wrath of the White Moon Throne

intense, a deep amber that seemed to see

instead of condemnation, his gaze held something

out, pulling me up from the ground with

his voice sending

against my arm and my breath hitched again as I

stammered but my body chose that moment

wave of heat crashed over me, stronger than before and my knees

vision blurring as desire overwhelmed my

Lycan leader caught me, his grip

and I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his scent – earthy,

cheeks flushed and found his gaze fixed on me

Time seemed to slow.

the whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader

something raw and